TEARS FOR MI FAMILIA…
I. She stayed up all night stitching scraps of cloth. It made me want to weep. I wondered how our lives had gone so downhill so fast. We served the king, we honoured Him. We tried hard to do His will. Of course, there were hitches. Nobody could be perfect. But we got by, we survived somehow. Or I thought we did. Now she stayed up all night, tattooing our prelate’s name on handkerchiefs. We should always carry it around, she explained. For protection, favour and discouragement of arrows from the enemy. It seemed everything had a rule. Scarves to … Continue reading TEARS FOR MI FAMILIA…